33 weeks

I think this baby is getting bigger by the minute.

I don't know how fashion bloggers do this—have their husbands take pictures of them all the time. At least for me, it's really uncomfortable. I also have a REALLY HUGE belly sooo... maybe if I were hott and had a closet full of J. Crew it would be cake. Mmmm... cake.

I never realize how big I am until I see these photos, and it's always a shock to my brain. Considering the fact that our bathroom mirror is too tall for me to even see my belly (maybe if I'm standing on my tip-toes) and I only glance at a full-length mirror to make sure my clothes match before running out the door at 6 in the morning—I'm basically the opposite of those little, yappy, wannabe-tuff dogs that don't know how tiny they are. I'm just the pregnant mama who doesn't know how HUGE she is, which is probably why I've been bumping my belly into a lot of things/people/furniture lately. Sorry baby...

Anything new?

Jacob and I finished our hypnobirthing class, and I am honestly going to miss it. I wish I could keep going every week until the baby comes. I always learn something new and leave feeling uplifted and confident. It was also fun seeing and hanging out with the same group of expecting couples for the last 5 weeks.

A part of the hypnobirthing curriculum is listening to a 15-minute track of "positive affirmations" at least once every day. Sounds kinda weird. It was at first. But now I love it. I have to admit, listening to countless positive statements about your pregnancy and body + visualizing things going well just makes you feel good inside. Over the weeks, I've started to feel some of my anxieties diminish as well. I think it's working...

Jacob has expressed that he really wants to "catch the baby." Do OBs even let husbands do that in the hospital? Does it require special skill and training? I mean, all he has to do is not drop her, right?

It honestly doesn't feel like much has changed in the past few weeks (besides the steady increase in girth). I'm still feeling pretty great—especially knowing that I only have two more days of work/commuting. If that weren't the case, I might feel differently. To say the least, I'm a little exhausted of being the "pregnant girl" on the train, on the bus, and at work. With friends and family, at church, and even in public—it's been cool. In fact, I probably have an overly-inflated sense of self-importance and awesomeness about being the "pregnant girl." For some reason, the work and commuting scene puts me out of my comfort zone. Maybe because I'm not allowed to have food at my desk.

I have a huge list of all the things I want/need to do before this baby comes, and plan to use my 4-6 (possibly 8) weeks off of work to get 'em done. The list has become rather extensive, and I'm not even sure I'll be able to complete all of my tasks.

The first thing I plan to do? Sit in a tree and snipe all the slackliners at Kiwanis Park. Okay. Obviously some of these tasks are more serious than others. But honestly. Can you think of anything better than an 8-month pregnant woman in a tree shooting a bunch of hipster/rock-climber/zoobies with a sling-shot (or some kind of harmless weapon) as they attempt to tightrope between trees?

I, for one, cannot.